We seem to be going in the wrong direction. The sick list now includes: Jon, Heather, Porter, Jonathan, and Joy (relapse, though not as bad as the first time). Jeremiah still has a snuffly nose, but unlike the others has not had a fever. This is a Very Good Thing, because at his age the standard procedure for a fever is hospitalization.
Noah, Faith, and I are still more or less healthy, and they are a help well beyond their ages of six and four. I'm not sure how I would have managed without Noah. Faith keeps asking me to take her temperature, and each time I assure her she is still fine. It think she may be feeling a little left out....
I slept reasonably well last night, considering that Porter was coughing next to me for most of it. This morning I found Noah in a sleeping bag on the living room floor, where he had moved to get away from Jonathan's constant coughing.
I'm thankful for good weather, because I finally had to make a grocery store run. I had not planned to drive in a New Hampshire winter, but someone had to, and even in the live-free-or-die state they don't issue driver's licenses to six-year-olds. But the roads were completely clear, and it was not much different from going to the grocery store in Florida—except for the narrow streets and the piles of cold white stuff all around.
Later, my chief assistant and I lugged a pile of books to the library, and returned with a pile almost as large. Small towns (and small libraries) do have their drawbacks, but I must say it's great to walk in the door and have the librarian greet Noah with, "Did you come to get these books [on reserve] for your brother?"
On the way home, we stopped by the "penny" candy store for a few chocolate-covered gummy bears: Something about kine and grain....
I hope everyone starts feeling better soon!
Sarah
Thanks. As of this morning, Noah is down—and with the highest fever of all; perhaps we worked him too hard yesterday. Heather and Jon are doing better. Porter a little bit, too, though he's still pretty out of it. He, Faith and I have colds, but have (so far) escaped the fever. Something tells me Joy's birthday tomorrow will be a bit subdued....
Hang in there, everyone!
Joseph and I got sick on our little trip, and every time I felt sorry for myself I prayed for you all - you got lots of prayers and you're still sick!!!
Jeremiah is still fine, and that's the main thing. Jonathan seems completely recovered, and Noah is on the mend. No matter how many time she has me take her temperature, Faith is still fine. :)
I say take everyone's temperature frequently. There is an obvious correlation between checkup frequency and health!
:) Noah came down this morning looking much more cheerful, and Jonathan is back to normal. Faith, aided no doubt by the thermometer, is still fine.
The thermometer failed Faith: Yesterday she went down. Porter was feeling well enough yesterday to shovel the driveway, but that set him back and he developed a fever. His online status last week was "sick." Now it's "sicker." (He can be a man of few words at times.)
Like Faith, I've so far escaped the fever. Unlike Faith, I'm perfectly happy to keep it that way. (Not that she liked it when she finally won the battle of the thermometer.) Sneezing, nose-blowing, and wondering if it really is possible to turn one's lungs inside out with coughing is plenty for me, though it doesn't generate as much sympathy.
And it was totally unnecessary for the Swiss side of the family to empathize so much as to get sick themselves!
The Last Man Standing is ... down. Fortunately, others are crawling up. :)
